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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

So yesterday, I considered taking down our tree and putting the Christmas decorations away. I'm certain you can still celebrate Christmas without a tree. For some reason, come December 26, the decorations cease to look festive and instead just make my house look junky and cluttered. I contemplated packing everything away yesterday, but I got sidetracked helping Savannah to clean up her room instead. I feel bad since Savannah has to share a room with Lexi because Lex is a total slob kinda messy. While I was buried in toys, clothes, and discarded boxes and wrapping paper, Jackson (who had been playing in the backyard) walked into the room carrying a shovel. Upon the shovel, lie a dead rabbit. A huge dead rabbit. A huge dead rabbit with blood and guts squirting out. (Fear not, this is one time I did NOT reach for my camera.)

I think I said something calm and collected like, "What the crap are you doing?!!! JACKSON! Take that out of here! Why? Why? Why would you scoop up a dead animal and bring it into the house?!?!?!!!!! OH! MY! GOSH! Use your brain, boy!"

As he turned to leave, he wavered a bit and the shovel started to tip. Oh great, he's going to drop a nasty, dead bunny on the floor, I thought. I think I yelled at him in another language at this point. It's really all a blur though.

What goes on in the head's of boys? Seriously, what on earth are they thinking when they do something like this? After I had calmed down (you know, like 5 hours later), I asked Jackson, "Why did you bring that rabbit into the house?"

"I wanted to show it to you," he answered.

"Did you really think I would like seeing a dead rabbit in the house???"

"I dunno," he replied.

"Seriously, WHY did you do that?" I asked. I really wanted to know what makes his brain tick.

OMG, I would have freaked out on so many levels I just can't begin to tell you... My uncle was about three or four when he came in to grandma's house with a dead seagull. It was as big as he was and he held it up by it's feel to proudly show it off. Needless to say, rumour has it he was toroughly scrubbed for the next two hours, as was the path he had taken to get into the house...Sorry about my comment earlier, I thought you had deleted it. My bad.I wish you all a good beginning to the new year, the year when you will be an officially published author!

umm, ya, my cat used to bring in dead animals but I haven't been that fortunate yet for my kids to do it. I was always told that it was because the cat wanted us to be proud her for doing that so, aren't you proud?

He really doesn't know why he did it. I have a "Jackson" at my house. He pained the birdhouse, the front of my husband's truck, a tree, and the trim just to the side of the garage door. Black spray paint on gray trim.

When my son was younger he brought me a live snake he had caught. He thought I would think that was really cool. You can imagine my reaction when I realized that the "rope" I thought my son had in his hand was in fact, a live breathing SNAKE!

Ewwww, seriously? lol Im sorry to laugh, Im sure my boys will do things like that sooner then later.On another note, I felt the same way about my tree, it came down Christmas Night. I was sick of looking at it.

I don't have any boys, but a few days ago my dog (male) brought a dead pigeon in the house! Ewwwww!! I never made the connection before, but it must be because he's a boy. I think he was bringing me a present. Either way, gross. I had to get the neighbor's hottie son to get it out of my house. Ummm...did I just say that out loud?

At least he used a shovel, my daughter when she was almost 9, (yes, my daughter) found a dead rat out side and decided that touching it with her fingers was the best way to figure out if it was truely dead. Her younger brother who was with her used a stick instead to poke it.

And she wondered why her hands were doused in rubbing alchohol and his hands weren't. Yeesh!

I SO feel your pain! I have 2 boys myself (amongst others), and yesterday my eldest left his bike parked directly behind my suburban. I, of course, had several other children with me when I got in the car to leave, and didn't check behind my car, thus running over my son's bike. I just don't comprehend how boys seem to have ZERO common sense! My husband says that common sense is not "common" and that is why I can't understand my boys. I think they are just lacking the THINKING part of their brains!

I've been trying to climb into my son's brain since he turned 2. If you figure out how they tick let me know. This mom of a "but it was really cool" and "I dunno" son would like to know. It may cut my yelling by half, in length and decibels.

And those two little words, "I dunno" completely sum up the male brain. Ask any male, of any age a simple question like, "What the devil were you thinking?" And you will get "I dunno" as the answer. And I truly believe that they do NOT know... there has to be some faulty wiring in that Y chromosome... or is it the X? no... it's the Y one... 2 X's make a girl, right? Oh crap... I dunno!

Please take note of my profile picture. I'm the proud mother of FIVE boys. PLEASE tell me, that somewhere in your book(s), you are going to reveal the secret that so many of us moms of boys want to know....

My son came home from a friends house the other day leaving his bike (which he rode down there on) and his coat behind at said friends house. When asked WHY didn't he ride the bike back and bring the coat along too "I Don't Know" stepped right up and proudly claimed the honors.

My husband says he did the same kind of things. I think he still does them...

I am a man and used to be a boy! You asked what goes thru our minds? Well mine was to find out what caused the animal to die and examine what was/is inside? I loved Bio/Chem. Could have been a Doctor or a Vet, if I had the money for College when I graduated from high school.

This is totally a "Guy" thing since the beginning of time. Bring home the "kill" to the family. Doesn't matter if they killed it or if it is road kill, just bring it home to the family. It is ingrained in their brains and Jackson was just following his instincts:) "I dunno" is the honest to God truth here. I thought it was going to dump on the floor. Ewwwww. That would have really been gross!!! You have a great family and I'll bet never a dull moment. Have a wonderful New Years Eve.

So, in other words, your house still has some remnants of christmas in it because you got sidetracked? Sounds like my day, well, except for the dead rabbit. No wonder you left for the library...and no wonder you didn't want to write anything. You had dead rabbit in your head.

Someday we will meet for a drink. And we'll talk about our day and laugh and squeal EWWW together....HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Upon a visit to the doctor due to the mindless actions of my 14 year old son (I'm not telling you what "parts" he hurt - just that the male species consider them important!!), I asked the doctor "WHY on earth do boys do such stupid things?" His completely serious answer was "Because their frontal lobes are not yet developed. They honestly don't KNOW why they do these things." Then I asked "So exactly WHEN does the frontal lobe develop?" His NON-serious answer was "For some males, it never does."

I think it's that boys (of all ages) don't think, not that they actually believe it to be a good idea. My husband is as guilty as my boys. Why would I want to see the snake you found in the garden? And why would you release back into the garden? Lack of thought process. And that's my husband.

Your son must think that you are really cool. Put yourself in his shoes. He is outside comes across something 'cool' to him and he wants to share it with you....like he would want to share it with his best friend.

Not that it isnt gross and he should know better to bring something like that into the house.

But how lucky are you to have a son that loves you and wants to share cool things with you?

I am very pleased to know that I do not have the only son who does not think before he acts, or simply does not think! :o) I must say "what were you thinking" at least 10 times per day, and that's a on a good day where there were no serious accidents and no crimes were committed!

I just found your blog and thought that was soo funny. Only because I have one boy and I am really trying to understand how they work. I can't figure out anything he does. I get my daughter but my son is mind boggling. :-)